Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 360 - 362: The Three Great Demons

"Since you've abandoned your own country and your own homes, why bother coming back?" Wu Tian said indifferently. "Just die along with them."

A terrifying aura surged from Wu Tian, like a Demon King from the Abyss or an Evil Emperor from a sea of blood. His presence alone was horrifying. The people of Dragon Country felt their legs shaking uncontrollably.

"You... you really won't let us go?"

"Isn't that... a little too ruthless?"

They looked at each other in dismay. Although they had betrayed the land that had raised them, So what? A wise bird chooses which tree to nest in. That's just common sense.

Wu Tian let out a cold laugh. It didn't matter to him whether these people were from Fusang or Dragon Country. Since they had chosen to be his enemies, they naturally had to die. A cold glint flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, and in an instant, the Blood Glow struck again.

"No, I was wrong, please spare me!"

"I don't want to die!"

"I..."

Before some could even finish speaking, they were cleaved in two by the Blood Glow. They were all dead.

Wu Tian had yet to act personally. The Blood Glow was a manifestation of Spiritual Power, comparable to the most famous of swords. The stronger the user's Spiritual Power, the sharper the Blood Glow became, until it could eventually tear open space itself.

If the Fusangs were to witness this scene with their own eyes, they would likely be scared to death. They would immediately petition the Chief Minister and the Emperor of Fusang, "Please, stop fighting with Dragon Country! We don't want to lose a second time."

Unfortunately, the Fusangs could not witness this firsthand. Even if they saw it on video, it would lack the overwhelming aura and sense of reality.

「Fusang.」

The Fusangs were glued to their online forums, especially those in the Martial Arts World. They were all waiting for a reply from the Onmyoji, eager to hear if they had beaten Wu Tian to a pulp. One Onmyoji had just replied, claiming it would take only three minutes. They waited, but three minutes passed with no further response from the Onmyoji.

Most of the Fusangs began to speculate.

"They must still be teaching that Martial Emperor a lesson."

"Exactly, that's right."

"Our Fusang Onmyoji are truly powerful."

They started their own threads, absolutely convinced that their Onmyoji would be victorious. As for that Martial Emperor from Dragon Country? He must have been beaten beyond recognition.

But just as they were joyfully discussing among themselves, someone suddenly noticed that a new post had appeared on all the major Fusang forums. Moreover, it had been forcibly pinned to the top using hacker techniques.

The title read, "You Fusangs are genuine idiots. Here's a satellite video. See for yourselves how your precious Onmyoji died." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The Fusangs were immediately displeased.

"Who is this, spouting such nonsense?"

"Claiming it was shot by satellite? How many hackers could possibly pull that off?"

The Fusangs were outraged, but curiosity got the better of them, and they clicked the link. Inside was a video. They all opened it and watched the footage of a group of Onmyoji being slaughtered inside the Beichen Martial Arts School in Dragon Country.

"This has to be fake, right?"

"Yeah, could it be edited?"

"How could so many Onmyoji die at the hands of one person?"

The Fusangs were in disbelief. Some who were knowledgeable in hacking and internet technology scrutinized the video. Finding no signs of forgery, they were forced to conclude it was real.

"Did you hear? Our hacker god in Fusang said the video is authentic!"

"How can that be?"

"Is that Martial Emperor really that powerful?"

They still couldn't accept it, but then more computer experts came forward, all confirming that the video was real. Suddenly, the Fusangs were dumbfounded. They knew that almost every prominent Onmyoji, aside from Abe Seiyang, had gone to Dragon Country. Their plan was to tour the various cities of Dragon Country before returning. Yang City was their first stop, and they had already been defeated?

My God, how could this happen?

Many people saw the post made by the Dragon Country hacker. Numerous Fusang hackers, and even some from the United States of America, tried to trace the poster. But no matter what they did, they were unable to pinpoint an exact location. They could only determine that the poster was from Dragon Country and the name of the social media account that made the post: "Black-and-White!"

As for why Black-and-White would speak for Wu Tian... that is a story for another day.

The Fusangs were unconvinced. Their tea ceremony originated in Dragon Country, but now, who associated the art with Dragon Country? Of course, they thought of Fusang. Their game of Go was also learned from Dragon Country, but now, most people praised the excellence of Fusang's Go. Who ever mentioned Dragon Country's Go anymore?

"It doesn't matter. Didn't you see the video? Lord Onmyoji Divine Mountain didn't make a move."

"Right, right, right! Akiyama Youshi didn't make a move either!"

"So that means Wu Tian only killed the useless ones among the Onmyoji. The truly powerful ones haven't acted yet."

"Right, right, right."

The Fusangs found ways to console themselves. If those dead Onmyoji could hear what their fellow Fusangs were saying, they would probably be angry enough to claw their way out of their graves to protest, "We are not useless!"

But the Fusangs had already decided in their hearts that they were. Because if those Onmyoji were truly powerful, yet were still killed by Wu Tian, wouldn't that make Wu Tian terrifyingly strong? That was a conclusion they would absolutely refuse to accept.

"If Lord Onmyoji Divine Mountain takes action, Wu Tian will stand no chance."

"That's right! Lord Onmyoji Divine Mountain commands three great Shikigami. Wu Tian can't possibly be his match."

"Please, Lord Onmyoji Divine Mountain, take action!!!"

"Please, Lord Onmyoji Divine Mountain, take action!!!"

"Please, Lord Onmyoji Divine Mountain, take action!!!"

"..."

That sentence went viral in Fusang that day. One thread after another was filled with the same plea.

「Beichen Martial Arts School—The Backyard.」

Akiyama Youshi held his phone, sighing as he looked at the posts. "Even amongst trash, a dazzling gem can sometimes appear. But overall, Dragon Country is nothing but garbage. Lord Divine Mountain, our compatriots are pleading for you to take action. This time, please, you must summon your three great Shikigami."

Onmyoji Divine Mountain's expression was calm as he nodded.

That Wu Tian could kill all those fellow Onmyoji was unexpected, but Onmyoji Divine Mountain wasn't too surprised. After all, Wu Tian was the Martial Emperor of Dragon Country, a status equivalent to Fusang's Sword Saint.

Onmyoji Divine Mountain stood up, his eyes still serene, for he had absolute confidence in his three great Shikigami. These three great Shikigami were not something he had created through his own power. He, Onmyoji Divine Mountain, was merely their heir.

The Onmyoji of Fusang are currently divided into two major factions. The first is the descendants of the legendary Abe no Seimei. The second is the lineage of the high priest Kanroku; his Shikigami in those days was the famed Shuten-doji. His three disciples then worked together to create the Shikigami, Tamamo-no-Mae, the Nine-Tailed Fox. Then, after several more generations, their successors brought forth the Shikigami, Great Tengu.

And now, all three of these great Shikigami were in the hands of Onmyoji Divine Mountain.